SB has had an interesting introduction to poly. Or rather, an interesting introduction of how poly can be confused with open as though they are the same thing. While they can be the same, for example, G and I are open but poly too. When we were swinging, however, we were only open. Poly was…
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Turning the Tables
“That probably sounded snotty”, he said. “Horribly. I’ll smack you later,” I promised. “Could you? I really need it?” “I have a single tail. And I do need practice.” And evil twinkle enters his eye, “My ass is yours.” Then he quickly follow, “I’m feeling warm now. And a little hard.” “Poor guy,” I smile,…
Never Pinch A Sadist: The Label Dilemma
I know I can – with the right person – be polyamorous. So I may identify as a poly person – but it does not mean all of my relationship are poly. I am more poly-capable than poly-all-the-time. Poly means many. Amorous means love. Many loves is, at the root, what that word means. And while…
Taking His Pain
He had pushed me flat onto the bed – on my stomach. Reaching into his bag which was next to the bed – out of my side – he pulled out a couple of things he planned on using. The first smack told me the first was leather. He used this flat leather glove to…
Cum for Me
His text to me: “I’m going to beat you. Slow and steady. I won’t fuck you or touch you in an intimate way. Only my floggers, single tails and canes will touch your body. If you are lucky, I may clamp your nipples. But I’m going to just do this – slowly – methodically. I…
Under Orders
“When we get there, I expect you to suck another guy’s cock. And mine – but that is a given. I haven’t decided yet if I will give you to the masses.” Our night started with that statement. A full moon, a horny dominant sadist, and a date. Yeah, I was in trouble. We walked…
A Well Needed Beating
Standing at the bar, I was having three different conversations as I was sipping my drink. One guy came up, gave me a huge hug, then started talking to me about his photography. Another came up, pulled me into a hug, kissed me, and started asking me about work. The last one pulled me away…
His Lil’ Slut
“You are a greedy lil’ slut, aren’t you?” “How’s my sexy lil’ slut?” “Is my lil’ slut excited for me?” “Don’t be a bad lil’ slut” Our dynamic has always been one of playmates. He would top me, I would bottom for him, and we would have a giggle or three as he would strike…
